Lyrics:
I got more hoes than Kanye West clothes
These bitches swallowin' and jumpin' like a fuckin' toad
Won't kiss your body it's a lot but hate me thats
Hook:
Open carry in Texas
Got it like the west out here (out here)
Like the wild wild west out here (wild wild west)
Better get a vest
Well the road maps of West Texas never gave me good advice
The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night
Just wondering
[Whistle]
[Chamillionaire:]
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamilitary Mayne
[Lil' Flip:] Flip in the building!
[Whistle]
[Chamillionaire:]
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamilitary Mayne
[Lil' Flip:] Flip in the building!
ba, ba, ba!
[Chorus]
Miami let the thugs in the club
New Orleans let the thugs in the club
Texas let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in
Yeah
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamillitary mayne
Flip in the building
So go ahead and hand over the torch
Super producer Scott
Yeah
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamillitary mayne
Flip in the building
So go ahead and hand over the torch
Super producer Scott
Austin, where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's
Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my
[Whistle]
[Chamillionaire:]
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamilitary Mayne
[Lil' Flip:] Flip in the building!
[Whistle]
[Chamillionaire:]
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamilitary Mayne
[Lil' Flip:] Flip in the building!
connected
They gon know my name
From the West
Down to Texas
Ok
We be acting reckless
A menace
Well perfected
Things could get hectic
You better pack
and playing it raw
Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw
S-L-A-be that's on my life, we ready for war
Who gon represent for Texas
at
Got that New York swagger, Miami bass
Got my California Loub's on, all up in your face
Yeah I'm mid-west pimp tight, Texas (fire)
Don't you want me
She wanna act wild go Wild Wild West
Ima wild texas ranger and I'm posted with a tech
You can drink up all you want baby put it on my tab
You got
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
even cum yet (Un uh)
I'm from West Texas like Texas Tech
(Texas tech)
Verano paying me in great checks
(Yup)
She like me so she pay me with
Great sex
hang
I'm a No Limit Soldier and we running the streets
Respect my hood screaming CP3!
Big Boz uptown nigga holding it down
My lil cousin Hot Boy the new
Alief Texas that's what made me
We was them young nigga running around crazy
Trying scratch up a lil paper to go from A to B
Post up all day smoke about
bones
My heart and my hands
They try to hold all of this in
But I'm running to you like a west Texas wind
Singing God I need you, oh, how I need you
of human kind
I ain't crying that's west Texas in my eye
Lately I've been thinking I
Could leave this town
Cut back on my drinking and
Stop this running
know that I got that fire
Don't t give a fuck about who's hating me
Cause I bet these hoes know my name
Ooooooh yeah
Don't you mess with these West Texas
to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and West Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you've never saw
Uncle Slaton's got his Texan
to die
And they'll be comin' down from Kansas and West Arkansas
It'll be one great big old party like you've never saw
Uncle Slaton's got his Texan
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